Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome to the stage,
Shawn Colvin.
Wow!
Thank you.
Please no more therapy,
mother take care of me
and piece me together with a needle and thread
Wrap me and Ider down,
place from your wedding gown
Fold me and lay me down on your bed
Or liken me to a shoe,
blackened spits show through
Kicking back home to you, smiling back home
Just singing back home to you,
laughing back home to you
Dragging back home to you
I was so wary then,
the ugly American
Thinner than oxygen,
tough as a *
I said you can lie to me,
I own what's inside of me
And nothing surprises me anymore
But forests in Germany and kids in their tulleries
Broken down fortresses in old Italy And claiming his victory,
shrouded in mystery
But running away with me
Back in our home New York,
walking these streets
forlorn We all in our uniforms, black and black
Doing that slouch and jive,
the artist must survive
We've got all we need,
we cried and we don't look back
Unthinkingly had it made,
poised for the hit parade
Knee deep in accolades, the conceptual pair
But ever the malcontent,
he left without incident And vanished into thin air
Now I am always amazed that words can fill up a
page And pages fill up the days between him and me
But the vows that we never keep From bedrooms to business speak
They make me remember how cheap words can be
And the letters I wrote you,
oh,
they were those of the desperate stuff
Like begging for love in a suicide threat
But I am too young to die,
too old for a lullaby
Too tired for life on the
ledge But I had a dream last night of lovers who
walked the plank Out on the edge of time on its ridicule
And they laughed as they rocked and reeled over the mining fields
Coming to rest on this ship of fools And
he just took Polaroids of her smile in
the light of the dawn of the menacing
sky And before they went overboard,
she turned
and held up a card
and it said Valentine